“I aimed for the moon, ended up hitting the stars.”
“…”
“Then the stars got angry, ‘tarted looking for me, give me the ol’ one-two. So I had to hide, ya know? Found this place.”
She blinked, twice.
“Look, I’m sorry for secretly moving into your attic and living here for the past couple of years. Let’s start over, alright? The name's John. Glad to meet ya.”
— Bastian Espada